Learning to Improvise… Chapter 4

by Katherine

Nathan Jackson strolled leisurely down the clinic stairs. He stopped in the livery, out of habit checking to see whose horses were present. The horses were always a good indicator of who was in town and who wasn’t. He’d found that it saved time looking for someone if he knew whether or not they were actually around.

Lady, Abe, Prophet, Sable, and Chaucer were all in their usual stalls. He expected Peso to be missing, and the stall next to Chaucer was indeed empty. Vin’s on patrol. Won’t see him for another hour or two.

Nathan surprised to see JD’s horse, Toby, missing as well, until he recalled JD saying something last night about meeting up with Casey. Nathan couldn’t help chuckling thinking about them. He wondered how long it was going to take for the two of them to start acting like adults rather than kids. Bet JD will be trying to figure out how ta court her for real one o’ these days.

He walked outside, and spotted Josiah on the roof of the church. Nathan waved casually, hiding a grin. He’s been working on that roof for the past two weeks, and still can’t get all those leaks patched. Man should just give up and replace the whole roof. Only reason it ain’t leaking now is cause it hasn’t rained in the last week.

Nathan headed toward the saloon. It was for all intents and purposes the center of activity in town. If anything happened, the saloon was often where it started, and almost always where it ended. It was no accident that the peacekeepers could frequently be found lounging inside or on the front porch.

Nathan slid into a seat out front, after glancing inside to see if any of his coworkers were present. Ezra is probably still sleeping. Don’t usually see him until almost lunch time. Wonder where Buck and Chris are? He had expected to see one of them here, or sitting in front of the jail.

He shrugged. Don’t matter, I guess. I’ll see ‘em at lunch. The seven of them made a regular habit of getting together a meal times, discounting breakfast. Their schedules, and habits, made arranging to share the first meal of the day more of a chore than it was worth. Ezra was usually just turning in at that time having finished his shift as the sun rose. Chris and Vin were usually awake before anyone else and typically ate early. Depending on which lady friend he’d visited, Buck might not show up until ten or eleven, or he might put in an appearance at sunrise. One could never really tell with the ladies man.

Nathan slouched in his chair, watching the town pass by him. Adults were busy taking care of the usual day to day business. Several children ran by playing what looked like tag. Nathan smiled. He recognized several of them as being children Ezra taught for a few hours each afternoon.

Think he’s up ta eight now. Yeah…Michael Taylor just joined in a week ago, if I remember rightly. Kind a wonder when Mrs. Potter is gonna track down a real teacher. Almost be a shame when she does. Kids seem ta really like Ezra. Course there’s plenty o’ other little ones in town in need of some schooling. And I imagine their momma’s are waitin’ on a real teacher.

Nathan sighed. There was a time when he might have sided with those who thought it improper or just plain wrong for a gambler and a conman to be teaching children. But not any more. At least not really. He’d never come right out and said so, but after watching a few lessons, and seeing how well the children seemed to blossom under Ezra’s care, it was hard to hold on to any objections.

Nathan’s musings were interrupted when Mary Travis stopped in front of him. She smiled warmly at him. "Mr. Jackson, how are you today?"

He returned her smile. "Just fine, Ma’am. Just fine." He liked the pretty blonde widow. She was one of the few people in town to stand up for him when he nearly got lynched, and Nathan had not forgotten her efforts on his behalf.

"I was wondering if I might ask a favor?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Travis. What can I do for you?"

She handed him a copy of the local newspaper, The Clarion. "Would you please give that to Mr. Standish when you see him? I promised him an advanced copy, but I’m afraid I might not see him later."

Nathan took the paper. "I can do that. Will probably see him at lunch anyway." He raised an eyebrow. "Why ya givin’ him an advanced copy?"

She smiled. "I was running late last night, when Mr. Standish stopped by on his usual rounds. He was kind enough to proof read for me so that I could finish some much needed tasks around the house."

A faint blush rose in her cheeks, and she ducked her head slightly. "He found several errors. I am grateful that he caught them for me. It wouldn’t be right for the paper to go out with such gross mistakes."

Nathan nodded. He truly doubted that most people in town would have even noticed any errors. Probably the only ones who’d have even seen anything wrong are Ezra and Mrs. Travis.

Mary thanked him again, and started to move away. She stopped suddenly, and whirled around. "Oh…I almost forgot." She offered him an envelope. "This letter came for Mr. Standish on the stage yesterday. It was bundled up with mail for the paper, and I didn’t find it until this morning. Could you pass it along to him as well?"

"Sure thing, Ma’am." Nathan took the envelope.

"Thank you, Mr. Jackson."

"You’re very welcome, Ma’am."

Nathan waited until she walked away to actually look at the envelope she’d handed him. The handwriting was beautiful, elegant and bold. It clearly stated that it was intend for Ezra P. Standish, from Maude Standish.

Hunh. Knew he wrote to her sometimes. Didn’t know she wrote back. Nathan shrugged. It wasn’t his business. He’d just see to it that Ezra got his letter and his newspaper.

Don’t mean I can’t read his paper while I wait. Ain’t like its private. Well, not really. An’ if I finish it ‘fore Ezra gets up, it ain’t like he’d have to know. Nathan sighed, unhappy with himself and his thoughts. Trying to justify an action he knew wasn’t right, and it wasn’t like him. But, he really would like to read the paper.

Nathan tucked the letter in his shirt pocket. He unfolded the paper so he could clearly see the front page, telling himself that was all he would read. One page ain’t all that much. ‘Sides, it ain’t like it will even get messed up. Yeah…this will be fine.

Despite the reasonable price Mary set for the paper, Nathan usually didn’t buy one. The healer was saving his money, and studiously avoided buying ‘extras’ he didn’t really need, no matter how much he might want them. He planned to ask Rain to marry him, and he wanted to be able to provide for her. Lady like her don’t want to live in a room above the livery. Wouldn’t be right. She deserves ta have a house with a real kitchen and bedroom. Only way I’m gonna be able to give her that is by hanging on ta my money.

So, he typically ended up reading an old copy that got left lying in the saloon. Nathan figured it was still news, albeit old news, by the time he got to read it. It would be a nice change to be the first to know what was going on. It was a temptation he simply couldn’t resist.

Just over an hour later, he hadn’t quite finished reading the paper. Nathan was a slow, methodical reader. He learned the skill in secret as a slave, and reveled in the opportunity to be able to sit out in the open, and read. It was not something he’d ever thought he’d have the chance to experience. Once he started, he hadn’t been able to stop at the first page, but had continued to delve further into the paper.

His concentration was broken by the sound of a throat clearing. He glanced up, surprised to see Ezra standing nearby. The gambler was impeccable dressed as always, and leaned casually against one of the pillars. Nathan got the impression Ezra had been standing there for some time.

"Good day to you, Mr. Jackson. I trust this day finds you well."

"Oh yeah, I’m fine." Nathan folded the paper and offered it to Ezra, feeling decidedly sheepish. "Mrs. Travis asked me ta pass this along ta you."

Ezra raised one eyebrow, but didn’t comment on the fact that Nathan was reading his paper. "Any thing of interest?" There was just the faintest trace of amusement in the question. "You seemed rather deeply engrossed just a moment ago."

Nathan looked away, feeling his face warm and for once in his life was grateful for his darker complexion. He really should apologize, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. Was wrong ta read it. Know that. Ain’t like I need for him to rub it in

Nathan couldn’t quite keep himself from thinking that if he hadn’t gotten so caught up in the paper, Ezra wouldn’t have caught him. He could have had it safely folded, neat and tidy. The gambler would never have known the difference.

Ezra smirked, and Nathan just knew the conman had no trouble reading his thoughts. Damn the man. Ain’t natural for someone ta be able to do that. It jus’ ain’t.

Ezra offered the paper back to Nathan. "It’s quite all right, Mr. Jackson. I’ve already read this issue."

Nathan glared at him, but didn’t refuse the paper. He hadn’t had the chance to finish it, and wasn’t going to pass on the chance to do so. He could probably read it several times over, always looking for something he might have missed, or just to have something to read. He rarely had anything that constituted ‘light’ reading. The only books he owned were a tattered bible, and one medical reference that was published shortly after the war.

"Mrs. Travis said ya proof read it last night." It wasn’t what he’d intended to say, but it was just the first thing to slip out. "Said she’d promised you an advanced copy."

Ezra shrugged one shoulder. "I told her it would not be necessary. Having read it once, there was no need for me to peruse it again. I did not find is sufficiently captivating to warrant reading a second time."

Nathan just nodded. He couldn’t help but envy Ezra’s casual regard for the paper. It was likely to be the only thing close to a story that Nathan had to read for some time. Don’t have any real books like Ezra’s got. Must be nice ta have a book to read any time ya want to. Stories ‘bout far away places, adventures and such. Bet he’s got some real good ones too.

The healer leaned back in his chair, and felt the letter in his pocket shift. Oops. Forgot ‘bout that. He pulled the letter free and offered it to Ezra. "Mrs. Travis gave this to me ta pass on to ya. Said it came yesterday on the stage. Figures it got bundled up in mail for the paper by mistake."

Ezra took the envelope, tipping his head toward Nathan. "Thank you, Mr. Jackson, for ensuring my correspondence was delivered to me."

Nathan watched as Ezra read the envelope, noting who it was from. If he hadn’t been paying attention he might have missed the slight stiffening of Ezra’s posture, or the way his mouth tightened just a fraction. Elegant hands deftly opened the letter, unfolding the paper with a simple, economy of motion. Ezra’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he read it.

Don’t know why but I got the feeling this could be a bad thing. "Problem?" Nathan asked quietly, uncertain if he should even inquire.

Green eyes, shuttered, and face blandly neutral; Ezra answered him with a shake of his head. "Of course not, Mr. Jackson. Merely an epistle from my dear mother."

"Didn’t know she wrote to you." Nathan offered. He and Ezra rarely made idle conversation, so he wasn’t sure what to say.

Ezra smiled, but there was little humor in his expression. "Your ignorance regarding the details of my life is nearly infinite, Mr. Jackson."

Nathan nodded slowly. Be hard to argue that point. Really isn’t a lot I do know about the man. Deciding it time to change that, Nathan spoke again. "Maybe it’s about time I did."

Ezra’s attention had returned to the letter he still held. He looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Did what, Mr. Jackson?"

Nathan resisted the urge to frown at Ezra. He didn’t really know if the man was being deliberately obtuse, or if his attention had been focused elsewhere. Nathan tipped his head slightly, and clarified his earlier statement. "Learned some things about you." Really learned things. More than just what I’ve been assuming by the way you act, the way you talk.

He smiled hesitantly. "We been workin’ together over a year, Ezra. You would think I’d know more about you by now."

Ezra chuckled dryly, green eyes bright with a quiet, inner amusement. "Yes, I suppose one would think that." He left unsaid, ‘but you would be wrong’. It wasn’t necessary. Nathan could hear it loud and clear in the silence he left.

The healer scowled. That’s what I get for trying to make nice with the man. Should know better. Man don’t give anything away if he can charge you for it.

Nathan mentally slapped himself. Man just gave me the paper, for crying out loud. I know better. Ain’t no wonder he don’t want to talk to me about stuff. I go jumpin’ ta conclusions like some sort of damn fool. Never gave the man a chance to even talk. And I don’t have any call to be upset with him. He didn’t say anything but the truth. Jus’ cause I didn’t like the way he said it, don’t make it any less true.

Ezra seemed totally unperturbed by Nathan’s lack of response. He neatly re-folded the letter, and put it inside his jacket. He turned slightly, and looked up the street. There was a sudden sharpness to Ezra’s gaze, and despite the fact that he still leaned casually against the pillar, there was an alertness about his posture now that had been absent before. It reminded Nathan of a cat that suddenly caught sight of something moving. The intensity of Ezra’s gaze made Nathan curious as to what had attracted his attention.

Hunh. Ain’t anything but Vin was riding in on Peso. Nathan frowned, and shook his head. He hadn’t forgotten the puzzle he’d been working on. He’d been turning it over in his mind for the better part of two months now. There was something going on between Vin and Ezra, but he had yet to figure out exactly what. The only reason he hadn’t pushed it was that whatever was going on didn’t seem to be a bad thing.

When they’re hurt, both o’ them are usually as hard to handle as a cornered mountain lion. But ‘round each other, they settle right down. Don’t hardly fuss at all. And Ez is usually real cold about anyone getting too close, but he don’t seem to mind Vin touching him. Jus’ plain odd that. Caught the two of them, jus’ the other day, doing that speaking thing with only their eyes. Thought it was only with Chris that Vin did that. An’ I noticed Ezra calls Vin by his first name on occasion too. Ain’t often, but more than he does with the rest o’ us.

Nathan watched as Vin rode closer. The tracker stopped Peso in front of the saloon. He touched the brim of his hat, nodding to both Nathan and Ezra, as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the pommel of his saddle.

"Nate. Ez."

"Vin." Nathan greeted.

Ezra tipped his head. "Mr. Tanner."

Such a simple greeting, but Nathan would swear that a great deal more passed between Vin and Ezra than those few words would indicate. The frustrating thing was that Nathan couldn’t even pin down what it was that made him so sure. Ezra’s face didn’t give away anything. Nor did Vin’s for that matter. By all rights, it should have been nothing more than a simple greeting between friends, but Nathan couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a great deal more.

Not for the first time did Nathan contemplate simply asking them. Don’t know if asking would do me any good or not. Ezra will probably give me an answer, but he’ll be usin’ five-dollar words so I won’t know any more than I did when I started. And Vin’s just as likely ta say nothing at all. Swear some times that man don’t use more than five words a day!

"Will you be joining us for our midday repast, Mr. Tanner?" Ezra asked, his drawl somehow making it an invitation, as well as just a simple question. There was an undercurrent in Ezra’s voice that hinted at more, but Nathan couldn’t quite interpret what exactly.

If Vin’s grin was anything to go by he didn’t have the same trouble reading it that Nathan had. He nodded once, answering Ezra’s question. "Jus’ need ta get Peso settled."

Ezra raised two fingers in his usual salute. "Very well then. We shall anticipate your arrival at the restaurant in due time."

Vin gently tugged Peso’s head around toward the stable. Ezra watched him ride away for a moment, before turning to look at Nathan. "Would you care to join me, Mr. Jackson?" Ezra waved one hand in the general direction of the restaurant.

"Might as well." Nathan levered himself out of his seat, carefully folding his paper. Oh yeah…still got to say thank you. "Thanks, Ez."

Ezra regarded him quizzically. "For what, Sir?"

Nathan held up the paper. "This."

Ezra smiled slightly. "Thinking nothing of it, Mr. Jackson."

Nathan shook his head. "I do think something of it, Ez. Means a lot to me to be able to read it. Don’t usually get to read the paper ‘fore other people." Nathan ducked his head as he stated the last bit. He really should apologize reading Ezra’s paper, but his last statement was as close as he seemed to be able to get.

Ezra lifted one shoulder in a move far to elegant and precise to really be called a shrug. "If such an inconsequential gesture on my part is sufficient to bring you pleasure, then, Mr. Jackson, you are most welcome." Green eyes twinkled for only a moment. "But rest assured, Sir, you should not become accustomed to such beneficence. Particularly, not from me."

Nathan felt his lips twitch in a half smile. "Of course not."

Together, they strolled down the boardwalk toward Mrs. Ander’s restaurant. Nathan glanced toward the church. He could see Josiah making his way down off the roof. Ezra must have noticed the direction of his gaze.

"I see, Mr. Sanchez, continues in his futile endeavor."

Nathan chuckled, glad he wasn’t the only one who thought Josiah might be wasting his time. "Wouldn’t tell him you think it’s futile." Don’t think he’d take kindly to hearing that. No matter how true it may be.

"Oh, far be it from me to rupture the fragile bubble of his illusion." Ezra grinned, dimples readily visible. "I’ll wager that will occur the moment our fair hamlet is inundated with its next precipitation event."

"Hunh?"
"The next time it rains." Ezra stated succinctly.

Why couldn’t he just say that the first time? Nathan sighed, and shook his head. "Don’t know why Josiah just don’t replace the roof? Would be a whole lot easier."

Ezra cocked his head to one side. "I believe, Mr. Sanchez, labors under the belief that by making the task harder, he will somehow incur the Almighty’s approval of his labors."

"You don’t agree?" Nathan’s curiosity was piqued when he heard a faint suggestion of disapproval in Ezra’s statement.

Ezra raised one eyebrow. "I find it difficult to believe, that a being who saw fit to grant us with sufficient intelligence, and ingenuity, would find pleasure in our consistent failure to make use of such largesse." Ezra shrugged. "There is a distinct possibility, that I am wrong in my presumption. The Almighty and I, and those who profess to know his divine rationale, are not generally on the best speaking terms."
Nathan wasn’t sure what to make of Ezra’s statement, so he opted to stay silent. Know he ain’t exactly on the up and up all the time, but I doubt that God is too upset with him. Not really. An’ there ain’t really anyone here in town who’s got cause ta find fault with him.

The former slave could readily appreciate the irony of his outlook. There was a time when he was sure the southern gambler would burn in hell. He had no doubts when he’d met the man, but now he wasn’t quite so certain. There were still times when his point of view seemed to slip, and Nathan lost sight of his changing attitude regarding the gambler, but it happened less frequently now than it had when they first met. Took me awhile to catch on, but he ain’t the man he pretends to be. There’s a lot more ta Ezra than meets the eye.

Ezra opened the door to the restaurant, and waved his hand offering to let Nathan precede him inside. Nathan couldn’t resist the small smile that blossomed. Ain’t every day a white man opens the door for me.

Buck was already seated at their usual table. He called out a greeting in his normal boisterous fashion, his voice carrying easily across the room. "Hey, Nate! Ez! ‘Bout time you some o’ the boys showed up. Was worried I’d have to eat all by my lonesome."

Ezra rolled his eyes. "Some decorum on your part would not be remiss, Mr. Wilmington."

The jovial ladies man snorted. "Decorum is for other people." Eyes bright with merriment, Buck winked at Ezra. "Ain’t much fun in acting all proper like."

Ezra shook his head, as he took a seat. "Mr. Wilmington, having fun is not the ultimate, singular goal of polite society."

Buck chuckled. "I know, and it’s a damn shame."

To Nathan’s surprise, Ezra flashed a quick smile. "Indeed."

Will never understand him. I swear, I will never understand him. Nathan took his seat, and resolved to give up trying to figure out what made the gambler tick.

A few minutes later, Vin sauntered in, and slid into the chair next to Ezra. For the second time that day, Nathan go the feeling there was more going on than he could see. Vin didn’t touch Ezra, nor did Ezra touch Vin that Nathan could see, but the connection between them was almost palpable.

Josiah was the next to arrive. The big ex-preacher greeted them all before taking a seat next to Nathan. There was a time when Josiah would have immediately taken the seat next to Ezra, but not any more.

Nathan hadn’t failed to notice that Josiah now took pains to leave space between himself and Ezra. And he no longer attempted to make physical contact with the gambler either. Used to be he be patting Ezra on the shoulder, or reachin’ out ta touch him. Ezra always told him ta knock it off, but until lately, Josiah ignored him. Don’t call him son anymore either.

Nathan frowned, thinking back, and realized it was about the time Vin got shot in the leg that Josiah started giving Ezra more room. Surprisingly enough, the new distance seemed to have strengthened the friendship between Josiah and Ezra. Nathan wasn’t sure if he should just chalk it up to another thing about Ezra he just failed to understand or if he should pursue it.

Chris strolled in, and took his usual seat at the head of the table. He greeted the others. The gunslinger frowned. "Where’s JD?"

Buck grinned. "Off ridin’ with Casey. Reckon he’ll be back later."

Chris nodded, a faint smile teasing about his lips. "He actually courtin’ her yet?"

Buck sighed heavily. "No." His disgust was clearly evident in his answer. Buck had voiced his opinion on the matter on more than one occasion, much to JD’s embarrassment. "You’d think by now that boy wake up and smell the coffee. But, no. Two o’ them still jus’ play like kids."

Ezra clucked his tongue. "Mr. Wilmington, it is not necessary for JD to proceed with Miss Welles at a break neck pace."

Buck stared at Ezra. "How is he ever goin’ get to the good part if he don’t move faster?"

Ezra raised one eyebrow. "Were I you, Mr. Wilmington, I would refrain from mentioning the ‘good part’ around the young Miss Welles’ guardian. She might well be inclined to disabuse your young protégé of such notions, rather forcefully. With say, the business end of her shotgun."

Vin smirked, blue eyes twinkling. "No doubt ‘bout that."

Buck scowled. "I’m jus’ staying—"

"I believe, brother, we are all aware of your feelings on the subject." Josiah intoned quietly, his deep voice resonating despite the low volume of his speech. "I suggest we leave that topic alone for the time being. A man has often regretted his words, but never his silence."

Chris seconded Josiah’s recommendation with a quick look toward Buck. The tall cowboy heaved a resigned sighed, but let it go without further comment. Nathan knew he’d be grilling JD the minute the younger man rode back into town. Just the way he is. Doesn’t mean anything buy it…and I know he didn’t mean any disrespect to Casey or Miss Nettie. Man just thinks everyone ought ta be part of a couple. Buck’s a romantic at heart.

Thinking that it might be better to steer the conversation toward an easier topic, Nathan grasped for something to say. Remembering Ezra’s letter, he asked. "So, Ezra, what did Maude have ta say?"

A moment of decidedly tense silence followed his question, surprising Nathan. He had thought it an innocent inquiry, nothing to get upset over. But he could almost feel a cool breeze emanating from Vin, Buck and Chris.

Thinking the reason for the sudden change must lie with Ezra, Nathan looked toward him first for an explanation. But he couldn’t read anything from Ezra. The gambler seemed his usual calm, unruffled self. He looked oblivious to the now charged atmosphere. The healer knew that had to be an illusion, because if anyone was aware of it, it was Ezra. Man don’t miss a trick.

Nathan’s eyes shifted warily to the others, hoping for some clue, trying to determine what it was he said that was so wrong. Vin’s eyes had changed from their normal sky blue to an almost silver white, and the tracker sat very still, his habitual slouch somehow more on edge than such a posture should be capable of. Chris’ expression had taken on a hardened, almost vicious look. And Buck’s habitual smile was gone, replaced by a look of wary alertness. Nathan recognized the look as being the same one Buck wore during a gunfight. A quick glance toward Josiah confirmed that the big man was curious more than mystified by the sudden change at their table.

"Maude’s here?" Vin asked in a quiet tone that did little to disguise the hard, unyielding quality in his voice.

"No." Nathan was quick to offer an answer, wanting to defuse whatever he seemed to have unintentionally initiated with such a simple question. "She just sent Ezra a letter."

Vin turned to look at Ezra. "A letter?"

Ezra held his gaze for a moment, and then nodded once. "My mother does occasionally correspond with me, Vin." His voice was gentle, almost apologetic.

Having gotten used to hearing Ezra typically address them by their surnames, the use of Vin’s first name seemed almost intimate to Nathan. The healer idly wondered when the gambler would consent to calling the rest of them by their first names. He only does it once in awhile with Vin that I’ve noticed, and hardly ever does with anyone else. ‘Less, o’ course, it’s an emergency. Nathan shook off such thoughts. They would have to wait until later.

Josiah frowned. He looked ready to speak up, but Nathan stopped him with a swift, and none-too gentle kick to the shins. When Josiah shot a glare his way, Nathan simply shook his head, and tried to convey with his eyes that he thought it best for Josiah to stay quiet. Really don’t think now is a good time for him ta say anything. Don’t know why, but it just isn’t.

"What did she have to say?" Chris drawled.

Ezra waved a hand in a vague, meaningless gesture. "Nothing of consequence, Mr. Larabee. There is no need to concern yourself with such trifles."

"Ezra." Chris emphasized each syllable of his name, making it a not too subtle warning.

The gambler sighed. He shifted in his seat in an uncharacteristically restless movement. Vin laid a hand on Ezra’s arm, and Nathan was sure an entire conversation took place when the two made eye contact. Would give my eye-teeth to know what they’re sayin’ to each other.

Ezra’s gaze flickered to Chris. "My mother typically writes to me for only two reasons, Mr. Larabee."

"And those would be?" Chris arched an eyebrow, clearly determined to get an answer.

"She needs my ‘God-given talents’ to assist her in some new enterprise. Or she is in trouble of some kind, and needs me to extricate her from whatever quagmire in which she has become immersed."

"Which was it this time?" Buck asked, leaning forward slightly in his chair.

Ezra sighed, and looked away. "The former."

Vin patted Ezra’s arm, redirecting Ezra’s attention before he spoke. "What kind o’ enterprise?"

The soft tone of Vin’s voice made Nathan shiver. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Maude might actually be in danger from Vin, although, he had no idea why. Josiah’s eyes narrowed as he looked toward Vin. Guess I ain’t the only one who thinks Vin might be threatening Maude somehow. Don’t look like Chris and Buck are bothered by it though.

Ezra smiled. It was little more than a bearing of his teeth. "Mother does not put what might amount to incriminating details in her epistles, so I am afraid, I cannot honestly answer that, Mr. Tanner."

"But you could guess?" Vin’s question came out as more of a statement.

Ezra shrugged one shoulder. "From what little she saw fit to say…yes, I could hazard a guess."

"And your guess would be?" Josiah spoke, his voice even, tone neutral, but his jaw was tight.

Nathan couldn’t decide if the big man was angry or not. It was his indecision on the matter that kept him from kicking the big man a second time. Everyone knew he was rather taken with Maude, so it was possible that the Josiah took a dim view of the sudden hostility the mere use of her name inspired. Nathan frowned. Pretty sure he ain’t upset at them being mad at Maude. Well, not too upset anyway. So maybe he knows why they’s mad. Damn. That means I’m the only one at this table that don’t know. One more mystery.

Ezra cocked his head to one side, green eyes appraising the ex-preacher. "Based on what little detail Mother saw fit to provide, I would surmise her latest con involves mining, or at the very least, mineral rights of some kind."

"Does she want your help?" Josiah’s question was decidedly hesitant, as if he were unsure of how much he was allowed to ask.

"Naturally, Mr. Sanchez." Ezra smirked. "As I have already stated, she would not have bothered to write to me otherwise."

"Don’t that woman jus’ beat all!" Buck slapped the table. He sent a sharp look toward Ezra. "What are ya gonna tell her?"

Ezra smiled, this time with genuine amusement. "The same thing I always tell her, Mr. Wilmington."

"And that would be?" Chris asked, all but demanding a straight answer. An attitude Nathan readily seconded, although, he was smart enough not to state his opinion out loud. He got the distinct impression Vin was also waiting for that answer.

"I have obligations to fulfill here in Four Corners." Ezra dipped his head to Chris, somehow making the abbreviated motion seem like a gesture of respect and deference. Ezra flashed a genuine smile toward Vin, one that was far more open and honest than what he usually gave the others. Nathan couldn’t be sure but he thought the gambler might have winked as well.

Ezra shrugged one shoulder. "Mother will simply have to muddle through without me. As she has not doubt managed to do in the past when I was otherwise unavailable."

Buck chuckled. "Bet she don’t like hearing that."

Ezra rolled his eyes. "Mr. Wilmington, you have no idea." The gambler shook his head, and heaved a dramatic sigh. "Now then, if you gentlemen are satisfied that the matter of my filial relationship has been adequately addressed, perhaps we could focus our attention on some other topic. I am certain that there is something worth discussing that is far more noteworthy."

Nathan knew Ezra wasn’t asking. He was almost always polite about such things, but if the man didn’t want to discuss something, he wasn’t going to. Oh, Ezra will talk all right. Use lots and lots o’ words, but he won’t actually say anythin’. And ya come away wishin’ ya had just did like he wanted, and talked about somethin’ else.

Nathan knew he wasn’t the only one of their number aware that the subject was closed. But he was honestly surprised when Chris, of all people, picked up the conversation, and redirected it by asking Vin about his patrol. This day is just full o’ surprises.

Nathan sighed silently. He regretted having ever brought up Maude’s letter. It had not bee his intention to cause trouble, and he was honestly glad to see the whole situation defuse so quickly.

With anyone else, askin’ about their kin is jus’ part o’ the normal conversation. Ain’t no big deal. Course, Ezra ain’t like most folks. Neither is Maude. Jus’ have to remember not to bring her name up around the others. Wouldn’t mind knowing what it is they rest o’ them know. Ain’t like Vin to be hostile toward a woman. Buck either. Chris just plain don’t like Maude, so I don’t imagine it would take anything special ta set him off. Sorta thought Josiah might try to defend her…woulda made a mess o’ things if he had though. Might be he knows that.

The healer let the conversation flow around him, intent on focusing more on the mysteries he’d noticed. He was certain they were connected somehow. Nathan felt like he was trying to put together a puzzle when he’d never seen what the picture was supposed to be. It’s like I got all the numbers, but I can’t make them add up to something that means anything.

Nathan surfaced from his thoughts long enough order his lunch. The others also ordered. The healer was vaguely amused at how such a simple, every day action, seemed to bring about the usual atmosphere of friendly camaraderie. The earlier disruption appeared to have been momentarily forgotten.

Nathan decided the only real solution to his dilemma was to ask someone to fill in what he was missing. He’d already ruled out Vin and Ezra earlier. Although, Nathan was fully aware, that they would be the most logical ones to go to. He just wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get a straight answer from either of them.

That leaves me with Chris, Buck or Josiah. Nathan frowned slightly as he considered those options, weighing them carefully in his mind. Don’t think Josiah knows it all. Seems ta me, that he’d have been as angry as the others if he knew as much as they did. Man is real taken with Maude, but he’s a damn sight more fond o’ Ezra than he is o’ her. I’m guessin’ that he don’t know everythin’, or Josiah woulda been just as angry as Vin. Well, maybe not as angry as Vin…Don’t think any one else was as that angry. When Vin’s eyes get that color, the man is downright dangerous. Gotta feeling that ties into whatever is going on ‘tween Vin and Ezra.

Nathan nodded to himself, pleased with having figured out that much. He absently noted that the conversation had drifted from Vin’s patrol, to Josiah’s work on the church. No one seemed to notice that he wasn’t actually participating, which suited Nathan just fine.

Nathan glanced toward Buck and Chris. The two old friends were likely his best bet. But which one do I ask? Nathan pursed his lips. In all honesty, he couldn’t see Chris saying much. Man has a lot a respect for other people’s privacy. Could just see him tellin’ me ta ask Ezra or Vin. Buck, on the other hand, is a bit more apt ta fill me in. Ain’t like he’s a gossip. It’s more like he jus’ can’t help himself.

Decision made, Nathan just needed an opportunity to act on it. Buck usually had afternoon patrol. He’d be heading for the livery after lunch. Can just walk with him. See if I can ask then.

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Buck pushed his plate away with a satisfied sigh. Nothing like a good meal. He could never understand how Ezra managed to get by on eating so little. Ain’t no wonder he ain’t any bigger than he is.

The ladies man had kept a discrete eye on the gambler during lunch. He knew Chris and Vin had as well. If Ezra had picked at his meal, they would have known the whole incident with that letter from Maude had bothered him more than he let on. Buck was relieved to see his friend eat as much as he ever did. Which still ain’t much. Boy really should eat a full meal. And leave them greens alone. It’s meat and taters that stick ta yer ribs, not them veggies.

Some part of Buck wondered about what Maude had actually said in her letter. Damn meddling woman! Ain’t natural that a man’s ma should be so damn cold. I mean, she leaves him as a kid ta get the crap beat outta him so often he almost can’t stand ta let people get close to him, and then she expects him ta just drop everythin’ and run ta her.

Buck shook his head. Most of the time he understood people, women in particular, or thought he did. But Maude was in a class by herself. Was real glad ta hear Ez say he wasn’t going to go. Know Vin was too.

The tall cowboy was pretty sure a private conversation would ensue between Vin and Ezra at the first opportunity. He hadn’t missed the smile Ezra gave Vin. Buck knew it was meant to reassure and calm Vin, but Buck wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t entirely successful. That look in his eyes…Whooee!! That boy went from all easy going ta ready ta kill in two seconds flat. Knowing Ez, he’ll wanna make sure Vin ain’t ready to run off and kill Maude. Not that the boy ain’t got more than ample reason ta make her suffer, but I can see where Ez wouldn’t want him ta do anything to his ma. She might not be any better mother than an alley cat, but hell, she’s still his ma.

Buck had noticed that Nathan seemed a bit subdued shortly after the whole issue was politely, but forcibly, put to rest. He felt bad for the healer, and hoped the other man wasn’t thinking he did something wrong in asking about Maude’s letter. Buck realized their reaction to his initial question might well have led to that assumption.

Weren’t his fault he don’t know how poorly she raised Ezra. He wasn’t there when Ezra told me, Chris, and Josiah ‘bout his lousy father figures an’ how Maude ignored what was going on. Ez didn’t tell Josiah any more than he had ta. Don’t think Josiah really wanted ta hear any more than he did. Only reason I got to know more was ‘cause I was dumb enough ta ask after Josiah left, and Ezra felt like he had ta give me an answer. Guess he thought his damn near shootin’ Josiah meant he owed both of us as many answers as we wanted. Can’t see him volunteering more information ta Nathan or JD. An’ Ez wouldn’t say anything if they don’t know enough ta ask. He’s like that with almost everything.

Buck figured Nathan must have realized there was no blame to place when he joined in their conversation as the meal progressed. Gotta admit, I like us eatin’ together. Don’t recall who’s idea it was for us ta do this regular like, but real glad we do. Their eating together reminded Buck of where he lived growing up. All the ladies made time to sit down together, and talk. It was a great way to stay connected when so much of their lives seemed to be lived in isolation.

Buck pushed his chair away from the table. "Time for me ta get ta work. I’ll be seein’ you boys later."

Chris and Vin simply nodded to him. Josiah gave his usual, ‘be careful, brother’. Ezra smiled slightly, and bid Mr. Wilmington a good day. Buck shook his head at that. Wonder sometimes if that boy is ever gonna call me Buck. He calls Chris by his first name a bit more often now, but not too often. And I’ve heard him call Vin by his first name. Mostly when it’s just the four o’ us though. He don’t do it too often in public otherwise. Still it seems way too damn formal. If he’d lighten up, and call us all by our first names, nobody would think anythin’ of him usin’ Vin’s. Might have ta say something to him ‘bout using my first name. Ain’t like we’s strangers for crying out loud.

Nathan also pushed his chair back from the table. "Got some stuff ta do in the clinic." He looked askance at Buck. "Ya mind if I walk along with ya?"

Buck grinned. "More the merrier."

They left the restaurant together, heading for the livery. Buck tipped his hat to several of the ladies they past, smiling and greeting them as usual. He glanced at Nathan. The man seemed deeply in thought about something.

"Nate?"

"Yeah, Buck?"

"Ya got something heavy weighin’ on your mind." He observed. "You ain’t fretting over that letter thing are ya now?"

Nathan shrugged one shoulder. "Was thinking may I should apologize to Ezra for bringing it up." The black man looked at Buck, his expression uncertain. "I didn’t think it would cause any trouble."

Buck waved a hand in dismissal. "I wouldn’t worry about it, Nate. And I don’t think Ezra’s mad at ya. If he were, you’d be the first ta know." Ol’ Ez might be polite, and all gentlemen like, but won’t hesitate ta let a body know when he’s over stepped his bounds.

Nathan sighed. "What I don’t understand is why the rest of you were so mad."

"We weren’t mad." Buck stated quickly. "Least wise, not at you, Nate." Buck’s innate sense of honesty forced him to add. Blind man could tell Vin was upset.

Nathan gave him a hard look. "Buck, I know angry when I see it. Hell, Chris looked ready ta chew nails and spit tacks." The healer shivered. "And Vin….Lord, but I’m sure he was ready to hurt her."

Nathan shook his head. "But I just don’t understand why." He sent a quizzical look toward Buck. "I mean, Maude’s last visit weren’t so great, but I don’t remember her doin’ anything ta warrant that reaction. I know she brought some trouble with her, but a woman like her always brings some trouble."

More than you know, Nathan. More than you know. Buck sighed, realizing that might well be the heart of the problem right there. Nathan didn’t know what the rest of them did. Buck debated the dilemma in his head for a moment. Ain’t my place ta say. Had enough trouble with Chris when I opened my big mouth when I shouldn’t have. Can’t see Ez being any more forgiving.

Buck shook his head, as he headed into the shadowed confines of the livery, Nathan still walking beside him. "Thing is, Nate, it ain’t my place ta say." He moved toward Lady’s stall, laying a blanket across her back, smoothing it with his hands, before turning to face the healer. "Ya wanna know? Then it would be best ta talk to Ez."

Nathan made a face. "I don’t think he’d give me a straight answer. Man just weasels his way around things."

Buck immediately clamped down on his initial reaction. He knew there was some bad blood in the past between the healer and the gambler, but he honestly thought they were working their way past it. At times like these, he had to remind himself that they were not all the way there yet. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to think before he spoke.

Patience. Lord, just give me a little. "Nathan," Buck said quietly, his attention focused on the other man, trying very hard not to reveal too much irritation. "Ezra answers every question ya ask. But only the question you ask. Figure out what it is you want to know before you ask the question. And if you don’t understand what he’s saying, then ask again."

Nathan scowled. "He doesn’t have to make it hard." The healer sounded a bit like a petulant child.

Buck rolled his eyes. "And he don’t have to make it easy either, Nate. Bein’ pushy about a man’s past is just asking for trouble. Don’t matter who the man is. You know that."

Buck picked up his saddle and set it in place, before turning to look at Nathan again, pinning him in place with a hard look. "Ezra has never asked you about your past. Never forced you to tell him anything you didn’t want to, or talk about stuff you’d rather leave alone. Would be best if you returned the favor."

Nathan sighed, his expression turning apologetic. "I don’t mean…." Nathan took a breath and tried again. "Buck, I just don’t want to make the same mistake twice. If I don’t even know what I did wrong this time, how am I supposed ta keep from doing it again?"

Good point. "Ask Ezra." It was really the only advice he had to give.

"Can I ask him about what’s going on between him and Vin too?"

Buck froze in the act of tightening his cinch. Well, I guess if I noticed something, then someone else was bound to at some point. Kind o’ surprised no else has noticed ‘fore now.

Buck nodded slowly, and resumed securing his saddle. "That would probably be for the best, Nate. Could ask Vin if you’d rather not talk to Ezra. But it’ll have to be one o’ them."

Wonder if I should give the boys a heads up. Probably ought to. Don’t think Nate added things up the way I did, but don’t know that for sure. Hard ta say how he’ll handle it when he finally knows the whole story.

Buck sent a silent prayer heavenward that Nathan wouldn’t be one of those prejudiced types who thought love could only happen between a man and a woman. Would make things pretty damn rough ‘round here if he is. Almost a damn shame that Ezra agreed not ta lie when someone asks. Can see why sometimes it would be easier. A lot easier.

Buck sighed silently, and mentally slapped himself. No point in borrowing trouble. I know better. Hell, if Chris can handle it, no reason ta think Nate can’t.

Nathan handed Lady’s bridle to Buck. "You sure you can’t just tell me?"

Buck chuckled. He could sympathize, knowing that he’d chosen to go to Chris first rather than jump right in with Vin or Ezra. But he’d made a promise, and he had no intention of breaking it.

"Sorry, Nate. There are some things ya just have to suck up and be a man about. And this is one o’ them."

Buck swung into the saddle. He smiled at Nathan and tipped his hat. "Don’t be too surprised when ya go to ask one, that you end up talkin’ ta both." He didn’t think that little warning was out of line. Man ought to know what he’s gonna face if he decides to take this on.

Nathan nodded. "Sort of figured that might be the case."

Buck gently touched his heels to Lady’s sides. He ducked his head as he rode out of the livery. Well, if nothing else, I’ll have something to think on while I’m riding patrol.

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